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My Wife Lied About a Business Trip… Then a Detective Called Me | True Story
Aug 7, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Wife Lied About a Business Trip… Then a Detective Called Me | True Story Everything seemed perfect — a stable marriage, a life built on routine and love, until one phone call changed everything. When Joy left for a business trip, I expected a quiet weekend of movies and cold beers. Instead, I was contacted by a detective who told me my wife was in a hospital — not in Houston, but in Vail. What unfolded over the next few days revealed secrets I never imagined. An affair. A mystery key card. A hotel room that felt too clean. This is my story — raw, real, and unresolved. If you've ever been blindsided by someone you thought you knew, this might hit close to home. 🔔 Subscribe for more true stories and emotional journeys. 📌 Share your thoughts in the comments — would you have handled it differently? #Infidelity #TrueStory #MarriageDrama #DetectiveCall #EmotionalStory #MarriageBetrayal #HospitalReveal #LifeTurnedUpsideDown #TrueEvents #Storytime
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Years before my life took an unexpected,
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jarring turn, I found a deep, abiding
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comfort in my routine.
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My days were a predictable cycle.
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Working on the house, relaxing with a
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cold beer on the porch, and the visceral
0:13
thrill of playing hockey with friends on
0:15
the weekends. My wife Joy and I had
0:18
built a steady 10-year life together. A
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partnership that, while not without its
0:22
struggles, felt as solid as the
0:24
foundation of our home. The first signs
0:26
of trouble were whispers, subtle, easy
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to dismiss.
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Missed calls that went unexplained, late
0:33
night excuses that didn't quite add up.
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I'd shrug them off, attributing them to
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the relentless pressures of her job.
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Over time, her work trips became more
0:44
frequent, and a quiet distance settled
0:47
between us, a chasm that widened with
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each passing week.
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A cold, heavy gut feeling began to churn
0:54
in my stomach, but I was an expert at
0:57
ignoring it. Then, one bitter winter
0:59
night, a phone call shattered the
1:01
illusion of our steady life. I was doing
1:03
what I always did when Joy was away,
1:06
watching war movies. She was on a two-e
1:09
trip to Houston for her company's annual
1:10
meeting. The marathon of Band of
1:13
Brothers was my solace.
1:15
My phone rang just as the credits rolled
1:17
on a particularly brutal episode.
1:20
Expecting my friend Paul, I was
1:22
surprised to hear a woman's voice.
1:24
"Detective Phillips from Vale," she
1:27
said, and a chill that had nothing to do
1:29
with the winter air settled over me. She
1:32
told me Joy had been in a serious
1:34
accident and was in a hospital in Eagle
1:36
Valley. My mind went blank. Joy was
1:40
supposed to be in Houston.
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This was Saturday.
1:44
I just spent the afternoon watching the
1:46
dirty dozen and saving Private Ryan
1:48
surrounded by a fortress of snacks.
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The interruption, I thought with a
1:53
flicker of annoyance, had to be a
1:54
mistake. A misplaced vacation, maybe? I
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answered with a grumble, but the
2:00
detective's voice was firm and official.
2:02
I insisted Joy was in Houston, and she
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asked when I'd last spoken to her. I
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replied, "Last night."
2:10
That's when she read off Joyy's Colorado
2:12
Springs home address from her ID. A new
2:15
thought, both absurd and hopeful, popped
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into my head. Someone must have stolen
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her purse.
2:21
It was a plausible story, one that
2:23
didn't involve the world I knew
2:24
crumbling around me. I could press
2:27
charges.
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The detective's voice cut through my
2:30
thoughts, asking me to come to the
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hospital to verify her belongings.
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Frustrated and with a growing sense of
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dread, I agreed. The 2-hour drive to
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Veil was a white- knuckled journey of
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spiraling anxiety. As I drove, my mind
2:44
raced. The devil's advocate voice in my
2:47
head, a constant companion, challenged
2:50
my certainty. How do you know she's
2:52
really in Houston? I realized I hadn't
2:55
seen her board the plane. I had dropped
2:57
her at the curb, a quick kiss goodbye,
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then a quick drive away to avoid the
3:01
traffic. A horrifying new possibility
3:04
emerged. What if she's cheating? If that
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was the case, I decided with a cold,
3:09
hollow resolve, I would leave her. I
3:13
wouldn't live like my dad. My dad's
3:15
story was a ghost I carried. When I was
3:18
10, my mom began spending more time with
3:20
friends. And my dad, a great detective
3:23
in his day, became a shadow of his
3:25
former self, consumed by paranoia. One
3:28
day, I overheard my mother confess to an
3:30
affair. They tried to work it out, but
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he became controlling, making her quit
3:36
her job and demand she check in
3:38
constantly.
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They eventually divorced after I
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graduated high school. My dad never
3:44
recovered. I rarely spoke to my mom,
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feeling her choices had broken him. I
3:50
promised myself I wouldn't end up like
3:52
him, nor like my brother Daniel, who,
3:55
after catching his wife and her lover,
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eliminated them both and was now serving
3:59
time.
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I had to find a middle ground, handle
4:03
it, but not lose myself in the process.
4:06
If she was unfaithful, I'd move on and
4:09
enjoy life with my friends, free from
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the suffocating grip of a fractured
4:12
marriage. As the veil exit sign loomed,
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my nervous stomach churned, and even my
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inner voice went silent, I nearly pulled
4:20
over to throw up. Finding the hospital
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wasn't hard.
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I parked, walked through the biting
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cold, and entered a world of sterilized
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air and hushed whispers. I hadn't had
4:32
anything stronger than beer since I got
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married, but I suddenly craved a bottle
4:36
of Jack Daniels.
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At the information desk, they gave me a
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room number. I soon found myself on the
4:43
intensive care unit floor. A short
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blonde nurse with a uniform that
4:48
strained against her chest greeted me.
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Your wife is sedated," she said softly.
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"If it's even her," my mind countered.
4:57
"She's badly injured and might not look
5:00
like herself," the nurse continued. "She
5:03
won't hear you, but I want you to be
5:05
prepared." "I'll be fine," I said, my
5:08
voice cracking, a betrayal of the
5:10
resolve I had just found. "Let me in.
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The woman on the bed was a stranger. Her
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chest rose and fell with the aid of a
5:17
machine, and while her height and build
5:19
matched joys, her face was a road map of
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bruises and swelling. "Did she hit every
5:25
tree on the mountain?" I asked, the
5:27
words hollow and distant. "Oh no," the
5:30
nurse replied, her voice filled with
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pity. "She didn't ski. Someone knocked
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her up and left her in an ambulance this
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morning." "Knocked her up? A wave of ice
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cold rage washed over me. Faithful wives
5:44
don't end up knocked and abandoned. I
5:47
told the nurse I couldn't be sure if
5:48
this was my wife. Maybe this will help,
5:51
she said, and lifted the blanket to
5:54
reveal the woman's left thigh. There it
5:56
was, a tattoo of Jiminy Cricut. I hadn't
6:00
seen many women with the character inked
6:02
on their inner thigh. She'd gotten it
6:04
before our wedding, claiming it
6:06
symbolized her parents, Jim and Ivonne,
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though I never fully believed that.
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Still, it was proof enough. This was
6:14
joy. Seeing her was a sucker punch to
6:16
the gut. The only other time I'd seen
6:19
her in this much pain was the day I met
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her. It was after a tool concert. My
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friends and I were drinking beers in our
6:27
van when a girl came over asking for a
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beer for her boyfriend.
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Chad told her she could stay and have
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one, but we weren't giving her boyfriend
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one. She left and a few minutes later, I
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heard screams. I ran over and saw her
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getting knocked around by a guy small
6:43
with a serious case of small man
6:45
syndrome. He was yelling, "Where's my
6:47
beer, you witch?" while striking her. No
6:50
one was helping. I stepped in, pulling
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him away by his collar. He threatened
6:56
me, but I wasn't scared. When he tried
6:59
touching her again, I knocked him out
7:01
and helped her back to our van.
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She was beautiful, even with a gothic
7:06
look and a tear streaked face.
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We took her home and a few days later I
7:11
called her. Our first date was that
7:14
Friday, followed by drinks and dancing.
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When I took her home, she asked, "Are
7:19
you trying to get me into bed?" I
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replied, "There's plenty of time for
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that later. I like to wait a few dates.
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It's more interesting that way." I
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kissed her on the cheek and went home,
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not seeing her for another 3 weeks. I
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didn't want to admit it, but sleeping
7:36
with women on the first date always
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seemed to end badly, so I had become
7:40
paranoid. When we finally had a free
7:42
weekend, her aunt passed away. The
7:44
weekend after her return, we went to the
7:46
movies. Her father, Jim, greeted me at
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the door. You're a much better match for
7:51
Joy than that loser, he said before
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muttering about the guy.
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Joy came out, smiling, wearing a dress
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that showed off her figure perfectly,
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making me reconsider my three dates
8:03
before Z's rule. We didn't sleep
8:05
together that night, though she had to
8:07
work early the next morning. The next
8:10
weekend, I took her out for dinner. On
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the way home, she suddenly had stomach
8:14
cramps and needed a bathroom. My
8:16
apartment was nearby, so I rushed her
8:19
there. After she used the restroom, she
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walked out wearing only red underwear
8:23
and high heeled boots, telling me to
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take off your coat. Needless to say, I
8:29
took off more than that. The next
8:32
morning, we had breakfast and didn't go
8:34
out again until Sunday dinner. As I
8:37
dropped her off, she joked about me
8:39
being her favorite illicit substance.
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Now, leaving the hospital with her
8:43
personal belongings, the reality of the
8:45
situation came crashing down.
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The nurse's phone rang and she handed it
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to me. It was Detective Phillips asking
8:53
me to come to the station for
8:55
questioning. I agreed, though I couldn't
8:58
shake the feeling that the cops
8:59
suspected me. Why would I hurt her?
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Because she's a traitor. I had no solid
9:05
proof, but her being in Veil was
9:07
suspicious. I tried to think of a
9:10
logical explanation, but it was all too
9:12
strange. I arrived at the station as the
9:14
sun was setting. A brunette detective
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Phillips and a tall imposing man, Deputy
9:19
Devon met me. "Should I get a lawyer?" I
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asked. "Do you think you need one?"
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Phillips replied. "No," I said. "I've
9:29
got nothing to hide. The interrogation
9:31
was a blur of routine questions. My
9:34
name, address, occupation, and alibi."
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I gave them my solid alibi for the
9:40
night. working on a fireplace, grabbing
9:42
a beer at Jerry's bar, and walking my
9:44
dog with my neighbor, Steven. The
9:47
detectives exchanged glances, and
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Philillips asked the crucial question.
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"When did you last see your wife?" I
9:54
explained I had driven her to the
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airport for her Houston flight. "For her
9:59
company's annual meeting," I said. "It's
10:01
for top performers, her third year
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going." I sighed. "The meeting is in
10:07
Houston every year?" Phillips asked. No,
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I said last year was LA and the year
10:12
before that New York.
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After conferring with Devon, Philillips
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asked if I knew anyone who might want to
10:19
damage my wife. I gave them a list of
10:22
her colleagues.
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Maybe some of them traveled to Houston
10:25
with her. I suggested maybe they can
10:27
explain why she wasn't there. Philip
10:30
seemed satisfied for now. You can go,
10:33
Mr. Riby. On my way out of Veil, I
10:36
checked Joyy's belongings, her boots.
10:39
She always hid a key card inside them.
10:42
Sure enough, I found one, completely
10:44
blank. No logos or identifying marks. I
10:48
also realized her phone wasn't listed in
10:50
the inventory. A while back, my neighbor
10:53
Steven had developed a phone tracking
10:55
app, and I'd installed it on Joyy's
10:57
phone. I opened the app, entered her
11:00
number, and saw I was 4 miles away. I
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followed the directions up the mountain
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to a ski resort. The app showed her
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phone was in room 114.
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I tried the key card on 114, then 214,
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then 3:14. It finally worked on 3:14. I
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listened at the door, but heard nothing.
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Hesitating for a moment, I swiped the
11:21
key card and opened the door. The room
11:24
was dark. I stepped in and turned on the
11:26
light. The room felt off, too clean. The
11:30
bed was made, but the quilt hung
11:32
unevenly. Joyy's suitcase sat on the
11:35
bed, neatly packed. Her phone was
11:37
charging on the nightstand, her laptop
11:39
on a small table by the window. This
11:42
looks staged, I thought. I decided to
11:45
take a closer look. I went to the
11:47
bathroom and noticed a few wet spots on
11:49
the sink, like someone tried to clean up
11:51
without proper cleaning products.
11:54
The soap was in the shower, and the
11:56
towels, though neatly stacked, were damp
11:58
at the bottom.
12:00
Someone had attempted to cover their
12:01
tracks, but not well.
12:04
I pulled back the blanket. The sheets
12:06
were wrinkled, but there were no signs
12:08
of violence. I sat at the table and
12:11
picked up Joyy's phone. She never used
12:14
passwords.
12:15
Her laptop booted, and her browser
12:17
history and emails were wiped clean. Her
12:20
text messages were also gone. Someone's
12:22
covering their tracks. I opened her
12:25
suitcase. one business suit, three
12:27
cocktail dresses, and a lot of lingerie.
12:30
This wasn't a business trip wardrobe. I
12:33
knew now divorce was likely. The next
12:36
morning, after a quick shower, I left
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the room with Joyy's phone and laptop,
12:41
but left her suitcase untouched.
12:44
I'd spent the night in a chair, unable
12:46
to sleep in the bed. I called Detective
12:49
Phillips to report the key card. She
12:51
arranged to meet me at the station. I
12:54
handed her the key card. "You look like
12:57
a man whose world has collapsed," she
12:59
said sympathetically.
13:00
"I think I'll lose my wife over this," I
13:03
said. "Don't lose hope yet," she said,
13:06
though her face suggested otherwise.
13:09
At the hospital, I was told visiting
13:11
hours were over and I could return at
13:13
7:00 a.m. I asked the guard for hotel
13:16
recommendations and he joked in veil
13:18
during ski season. Cheap means staying
13:21
with relatives.
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I laughed politely and walked to my car,
13:25
remembering I still had Joyy's
13:26
belongings. I checked the inventory
13:29
list, but didn't find what I was looking
13:30
for. Among the items not returned was a
13:32
prescription bottle of Percoet, which
13:34
Joy had left over from dental work. Why
13:37
was she still carrying those pills? On
13:39
one of my visits, Dr. Benson recommended
13:41
transferring her to Denver for better
13:43
rehabilitation. He mentioned her head
13:45
injury and possible brain damage. As I
13:48
signed the papers, I asked if I could
13:50
handle the rest at St. Luke's on my way
13:52
home. "Where's your home?" the doctor
13:55
asked. "Colorado Springs." He looked
13:58
concerned and made a call. A few minutes
14:01
later, he returned. "The plan has
14:04
changed," he said. "We'll transfer her
14:07
to St. Augustine's in Colorado Springs.
14:09
It's just as good, and it will be easier
14:11
for your family to visit." I signed new
14:14
papers, visited Joy one last time, and
14:16
left the hospital with tears in my eyes.
14:19
Back home, my sister Beth was waiting.
14:21
She took one look at me and knew.
14:24
Everything came spilling out. I hugged
14:26
her, told her I loved her, and broke
14:28
down. The next day, she came with me to
14:31
tell Jim and Ivonne what I'd learned. I
14:33
saw a shift in Jim's face. He wasn't
14:36
sure anymore that Joy hadn't wronged me.
14:39
He had worn that same expression once
14:41
before during a difficult moment in our
14:43
relationship.
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We had been dating for several months
14:46
and one night Joy canceled our weekend
14:48
plans. I was annoyed but accepted it.
14:52
Then I heard Jim yelling in the
14:53
background, "Tell that son of a witch he
14:56
better meet me." Worried, I drove over.
15:00
Jim met me at the door, furious.
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You're no better than that other prick.
15:05
If you're going to hurt my daughter,
15:06
come at me. I was shocked. Hurt your
15:10
daughter? What are you talking about?
15:12
Joy and Ivonne came outside and I saw
15:15
Joy had a black eye. He didn't touch me,
15:18
Daddy, she insisted. I had dinner with
15:21
Garrett and we argued. I walked away.
15:23
Jim tried to apologize, but I told Joy,
15:26
"We're done." I drove aimlessly until I
15:29
found myself near Garrett's place. I
15:31
knocked on his door, and when he opened
15:33
it with a smug grin, I punched him in
15:35
the face. I kept punching him until he
15:38
stopped reacting, then kicked him a few
15:40
more times for good measure.
15:42
As I noticed moving boxes in his
15:44
trailer, I asked, "Are you moving?" He
15:47
groaned and I kicked him one last time.
15:50
"Happy trip," I said before leaving. Not
15:53
long after, the police showed up at my
15:55
door. I was prepared. I had my hockey
15:58
gear set out, and the scratches on my
16:00
knuckles looked like the result of a
16:02
rough game. I told the officer I'd been
16:05
practicing, and since I played for a
16:07
police sponsored team, he seemed
16:10
satisfied.
16:11
On Saturday, I skated hard. When I got
16:15
home, I saw several notes pinned to my
16:17
door, mostly from Joy, but one from Jim
16:20
apologizing for assuming the worst. I
16:22
called Jim, reassuring him it was okay.
16:26
You reacted how any father would, I
16:28
said. "Thanks, son. Do you want to talk
16:30
to Joy?" he asked. I could hear her
16:33
pleading in the background, but I
16:35
replied firmly. "No, Jim." She knew what
16:38
Garrett was like, and she let you think
16:40
I struck her. She ruined our plan so I
16:42
wouldn't see her face. I sighed. I
16:46
understand, Jim said, disappointed.
16:49
I'm sorry, Jim, but I don't have time
16:51
for cheating women as I finished
16:52
explaining everything to Jim and Ivonne
16:54
in the present. I saw Jim was reliving
16:57
that memory. I'm glad they brought her
16:59
here, son, he said. But I hope you're
17:02
not planning anything drastic. No, sir,
17:05
I assured him. I'm not hiring lawyers
17:07
yet, but Joy has a lot of explaining to
17:09
do. Whatever happens, Roger, Ivonne
17:12
said, Ivonne and I still think of you as
17:14
family. I hope you won't cut us out of
17:17
your life. I won't, I promised. On the
17:21
way home, Beth asked. Will you be okay?
17:25
Do I have a choice? I replied. I'm not
17:28
curling up and dying.
17:30
I'm sorry this is happening. If she
17:32
cheated, is there any chance you'd stay
17:34
together?
17:36
No, I said firmly. I'm not going to be
17:39
one of those paranoid husbands who
17:41
tracks his wife's every move. The next
17:43
morning, I was sitting in Bernie Jags's
17:44
office, Joyy's boss. What can I do for
17:47
you, Brian? He asked cheerfully. I
17:50
ignored the wrong name. "Can you tell me
17:53
why my wife would leave the Houston
17:54
convention and go to Vale?" Bernie
17:56
looked puzzled. "Vale? I didn't send her
18:00
to Houston. That meeting was for newer
18:02
agents, not managing agents like Joy.
18:05
Irritation flared inside me. What about
18:08
those training meetings in Indianapolis?
18:10
I asked. Those are only a few days long.
18:14
We leave on Sunday and return by
18:16
Thursday.
18:18
Something clicked. Has she been taking 2
18:20
weeks off and staying somewhere else?
18:23
Bernie looked uncomfortable. Roger.
18:26
Sometimes people make choices that are
18:28
hard to understand. I'm sorry if this
18:30
news hurts. Anger surged inside me. Who
18:33
was she with? Bernie hesitated. Promise
18:36
me no one gets hurt. I stared coldly.
18:40
Bernie, my wife is in a coma. I won't
18:42
hurt anyone. He sighed and gave me the
18:44
name. Cal Davis. My heart sank. That
18:48
little weasel. An hour later, my cousin
18:50
Hugh called. We found out who rented the
18:53
room Joy was staying in. He said, "We'll
18:56
invite him in for questioning, and if he
18:58
refuses, we'll arrest him." "Can I be
19:01
there when you question him?" I asked.
19:03
Jeb's already agreed, he said. I'll call
19:06
you when it's set up.
19:08
I spent the next few hours at the
19:10
hospital meeting with Joyy's brain
19:12
injury team. Part of me wanted to
19:14
abandon her, but I knew I didn't have
19:16
all the answers yet. Jim and Avonne
19:19
arrived an hour before Joyy's transfer.
19:21
I told them what I had learned, and Jim
19:24
was shocked. Ivonne begged me to wait
19:26
before making any final decisions. I
19:29
promised I wouldn't damage Joy, but I
19:31
wasn't sure if waiting was the right
19:33
move. When Jim asked if I could get
19:35
through this, I answered honestly. I
19:38
don't know. I can't trust her anymore. I
19:41
saw what mistrust did to my dad, and I
19:43
don't want to end up like him. Later,
19:45
while waiting in the hospital, Hugh
19:47
texted me that Cal Davis would be
19:49
interviewed at 4:00 a.m. I left, got
19:52
dressed in a suit and tie, and headed to
19:54
the sheriff's office.
19:56
Hugh met me and said I'd sit out of view
19:58
and not speak. Inside, Sheriff Jeb
20:02
Hannibal, a family friend, grinned. He
20:04
deputized me on the spot, so I could
20:06
stay in the room as law enforcement. He
20:09
hugged me. Your dad was a great cop, and
20:12
I know you'll be one, too, if you ever
20:14
finish that degree. Cal Davis was a
20:16
slick-looking guy with a constant
20:17
salesman smile. I'd never met him, but I
20:21
knew of him. Mr. Davis Hugh started,
20:24
"This interview is being recorded." Cal
20:27
was confident at first, but when Hugh
20:29
mentioned calling his boss, his
20:31
confidence crumbled. He confessed to a
20:33
six-year affair with Joy. He was visibly
20:36
shaken when he learned she was in the
20:37
hospital. He claimed they drove to
20:39
Denver on Friday, where Joy told him
20:41
she'd won a trip to Vale. He dropped her
20:44
at the airport and went home.
20:46
After a few more questions, Hugh told
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Cal he was free to go, but not to leave
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town. Before leaving, Cal asked for a
20:54
private word with me. "Once we were
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alone," he looked defeated. "Roger, you
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know who I am, right?" he asked.
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"Obviously," I replied. "You seem to
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know me, too." "Joy keeps your photo on
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her desk and in her presentation kit,"
21:08
Cal said. "She loves you, you know." I
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scoffed. "No, she doesn't. If she did,
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we wouldn't be here." "But I love her,
21:18
too," Cal sighed. and my wife, she knows
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about my feelings for joy. It started
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when I interviewed her for my team. We
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had chemistry and one day after a
21:29
no-show presentation, we had lunch near
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a military base and ended up making love
21:33
at a nearby hotel. We both felt guilty,
21:37
but we couldn't deny the chemistry.
21:39
"Not guilty enough to stop, apparently,"
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I said sarcastically.
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"It wasn't cheap or tasteless, Roger,"
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Cal said. "Joy and I had something
21:48
real." Sorry, didn't mean to insult your
21:51
little love story, I replied, mocking
21:53
him. I understand your anger, Cal said,
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looking genuinely pained. But I don't
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regret loving Joy. Not one bit. I
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couldn't believe the nonsense.
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So, you don't mind your wife running off
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with someone else twice a year? I asked.
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No, he said. It's been hard enough
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sharing her with
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